Here it is.
My TBR pile.
All the books Mom has given me in the last few months. She says they're great. I'll really enjoy them.
They sit beside my bookshelf.
Waiting for me to dive in and devour them now that I have more time to read.
But, I don't.
Every. Single. One. is a World War II novel. Most are set in Germany. Some in camps. Some about strong women who fight. Some about survival.
But I just can't do it.
With all the crap going on in the
world United States, I just can't read these. Right now I need books that are happy, fluffy, uplifting. A good mystery will do, so will a story of family. But WWII novels, dystopian novels. Nope.
So for now, these are going to stay piled beside my bookshelf.